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Panic spreads at the Suncoast Playboy Club when an aspiring photographer turns up brutally murdered right after shooting the annual "Bunny of the Year" contest; the Playboy Bunnies fear their club is a target and that one of them could be next. This Week's Sponsors: Miracle Made - Go to trymiracle.com/THINKNOT and use the code THINKNOT to claim your free 3 piece towel set and save over 40% off IQ Bar - Get twenty percent off all IQBAR products, plus get free shipping. To get your twenty percent off, just text think to 64000. Message and data rates may apply. See terms for details. SKIMS - Shop the SKIMS Ultimate Bra Collection and more at skims.com/thinknot #skimspartner. If you haven't yet, be sure to let them know we sent you! After you place your order, select "podcast" in the survey and select I Think Not in the dropdown menu that follows Fay Nutrition - Listeners of I Think Not can qualify to see a registered dietitian for as little as $0 by visiting faynutrition.com/THINK 

Welcome to the Resilient Women series on the Relatable Voice podcast.  In this episode, we welcome the remarkable Diane Christiansen—a woman whose life reads like a Hollywood script. From her early days as a showgirl to her time as a clothing designer, Playboy Bunny, actress, and now a respected acting coach and author of The Last Real Showgirl, Diane's journey is as dazzling as it is inspiring. She left Illinois at just 17 and went on to perform on the world's most glamorous stages—from Paris and the Bahamas to Las Vegas. Today, we explore not just the roles she's played, but the woman behind them all: the resilient, ever-evolving spirit who navigated each chapter with grace and grit. Find out more at: https://www.christiansenactingacademy.com/ 

Welcome to the Resilient Women series on the Relatable Voice podcast.  In this episode, we welcome the remarkable Diane Christiansen—a woman whose life reads like a Hollywood script. From her early days as a showgirl to her time as a clothing designer, Playboy Bunny, actress, and now a respected acting coach and author of The Last Real Showgirl, Diane's journey is as dazzling as it is inspiring. She left Illinois at just 17 and went on to perform on the world's most glamorous stages—from Paris and the Bahamas to Las Vegas. Today, we explore not just the roles she's played, but the woman behind them all: the resilient, ever-evolving spirit who navigated each chapter with grace and grit. Find out more at: https://www.christiansenactingacademy.com/ 

#843. Holly Madison is here, speaking more of her truth — and did you know she has never signed an NDA!? No NDA = No Filter! In this unfiltered conversation, Kaitlyn sits down with the former Girls Next Door star to talk about everything from growing up a gifted bookworm in Alaska to racking up credit card debt chasing boobs, Hooters, and Hollywood dreams. Holly opens up about her undiagnosed autism, what really went down inside the Playboy Mansion, and the manipulative tactics that kept her there longer than she expected. From card tricks at Hooters to Hef's infamous “grading system” for women, this one's as jaw-dropping as it is personal.. Plus, an update on what Holly's up to these days — and she is BUSY!If you're LOVING this podcast, please follow and leave a rating and review below! PLUS, FOLLOW OUR PODCAST INSTAGRAM HERE!Thank you to our Sponsors! Check out these deals!Booking.com For the bookings you've dreamed of, list your property on Booking.com!Nutrafol: Nutrafol is offering our listeners ten dollars off any order! Enjoy free shipping when you subscribe. Go to Nutrafol.com and enter the promo code VINEGIFT.Apartments.com: The Place to find a place! Boll & Branch: Get 15% off plus free shipping on your first set of sheets when you use promo code Vine15 at BollAndBranch.com.EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS: (8:43) – Discussing going into credit card debt for breast augmentation!(15:56) – Recounting her first encounter with Hugh Hefner and the events leading to her move into the Playboy Mansion.(19:41) – Opening up about undiagnosed autism and how it affected her social interactions.(29:54) – “I got dragged so hard during my book tour…” See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

This week it's part one of Shanna Moakler and he gowns are packed, the mics are hot, and we hit the road for the first time—broadcasting straight from Dallas, Texas with pageant royalty and reality TV icon and Playboy Bunny!. From her Miss USA win to Playboy fame and Big Brother betrayals, Shanna spills the sweet tea and the spicy drama. She takes us back to her roots as an East Coast teen dreaming of Hollywood lights. After earning her Miss Teen USA crown, she nabbed the Miss USA title—thanks to Texas queen Chelsey Smith winning Miss Universe. She then strutted into acting with roles on Pacific Blue alongside Mario Lopez and Carmen Electra, and later stunned on MTV's Meet the Barkers with ex-husband Travis Barker. Playboy Playmate 2001? That's Shanna. She chose the top-selling issue and made history. Hugh Hefner praised her beauty at 19, and now she's back with the Playboy Extreme Team, repping adrenaline-loving Playmates in sports like racing and skydiving. Shanna's blend of glam and grit is redefining the bunny image with latex and motocross included. Get ready Todrick Hall, Carson Kressley and Cynthia Bailey are all get called out as she relives the betrayal that shocked Celebrity Big Brother fans. Despite saving Carson from eviction, he and Cynthia voted her out after Todrick's lies. While Carson and Cynthia later apologized, Todrick? Not a word. “He did me dirty,” Shanna declares. Cue the tension—and the receipts. Now executive director of Miss Nevada USA and Miss Utah USA, Shanna mentors the next wave of fierce queens. She dishes on pageant evolution—no more age caps, marriage bans, or baby stigma. Even 74-year-olds can compete. She's crowned three Miss USA winners and shares love for pageant sisters like Alyssa Campanella, Noelia Voigt and Nia Sanchez, from Bravo TV's, The Valley. plus shout-outs to designer Pol' Atteu for glam gowns worn on national stages. Shanna recently left L.A. for Dallas—and yes, it was for *love*. Reuniting with a man she dated 30 years ago (cue Hallmark vibes), she now embraces cowboy life, stepmom vibes, and cleaner-than-clean Targets. The mystery man? Still under wraps—but he's clearly won her heart. “I'm finally living the life I dreamed of,” she shares. Pol's coffee reading confirms it: her best chapter is unfolding now. Shanna reflects on her outspoken activism against Prop 8 and support for the *NoH8* campaign with photographer Adam Bouska. She reveals why she's producing her own TV projects—to show the world the real Shanna, beyond pageants and tabloids. “People never took me seriously,” she admits. But now? She's rewriting her narrative. Plus, wild Playboy Mansion tales, Dancing with the Stars regrets, and how Anna Nicole Smith inspired her beauty and energy. There's even a shout-out to Jeff Lewis, and a Kardashian warning. From bunny ears to BBQ and reality fame to real love, Shanna's journey is messy, magical, and fiercely her own. This is another Hurrdat Media Production. Hurrdat Media is a podcast network and digital media production company based in Omaha, NE. Find more podcasts on the Hurrdat Media Network by going to HurrdatMedia.com or the Hurrdat Media YouTube channel! Subscribe to our audio: linktr.ee/undressedpod Follow Pol Atteu:  Instagram: @polatteu  Tiktok: @polatteu  Twitter: @polatteu  www.polatteu.com Follow Patrik Simpson:  Instagram: @patriksimpson  Tiktok: @patriksimpsonbh www.patriksimpson.com Follow SnowWhite90210: Instagram: @snowwhite90210 Twitter: @SnowWhite9010 www.snowwhite90210.com Watch Season 4 of Gown and Out In Beverly Hills on Prime Video.  www.gownandoutinbeverlyhills.com #UndressedPodcast  Armenian Coffee Reading: https://polatteu.com/armenian-coffee-cup-read Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This week Nicola and Di chat with the Instaqueen of Palm Beach, Suebelle. Suebelle has gained an incredible following on social media and has become an icon of style, captivating her fans with her daily outfits, fashion tips and hilarious sense of humour. In this wonderful conversation, we hear all about Suebelle’s fascinating life - growing up in Texas, moving to Boston and becoming a first-grade teacher by day and a PlayBoy Bunny by night, before changing careers and working in travel, where she met her first husband in Honolulu. After what Suebelle describes as ‘a nice little divorce’, she went on to meet the love of her life, Richard, who she had 38 beautiful years with before he passed away earlier this year. Suebelle shares so many great stories from her life - including that time she kissed Ronald Reagan at the White House and told him how adorable she thought he was! Suebelle also tells us why she loves Palm Beach so much, what she gets up to with her posse of girlfriends, her favourite places to go and why she loves her followers on Instagram and always makes the time to be kind to her fans. And of course, we also get some great tips on fashion, entertaining and dating from this Palm Beach queen. We had so much fun chatting to Suebelle and could not wipe the smiles off our faces - as Suebelle says, it’s all about being positive and not taking yourself too seriously. We couldn't agree more! We hope you love this episode as much as we did. This episode is proudly sponsored by Eir Women. Use code OTBF20 at checkout to receive a 20% discount on any purchase. Follow Suebelle on IG here Follow Suebelle on FB here Follow Suebelle on TikTok here Follow Nicola and Di on IG here Buy your Eir Women products here. Use code OTBF20 at checkout for a 20% discount See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We'll just die if we don't get this recipe, which means we're discussing Bryan Forbes' divisive 1975 chillerThe Stepford Wives, itself an adaptation of Ira Levin's 1972 novel(la) of the same name! Join us as we go all in on the male-directed and male-written film that satirizes, well, men. From the Playboy Bunny origins of the Stepford wives to conflicting thoughts on Walter, there's a lot to discuss! Plus: praise for Bobbie (Paula Prentiss), a lesson in female fashion and Raymond Chandler for Trace, thinking about Stepford dogs, and wondering if Easy-On Spray Starch really does save you half an hour a day (at least!). Questions? Comments? Snark? Connect with the boys on BlueSky, Instagram, Youtube, Letterboxd, Facebook, or join the Facebook Group or brand new Horror Queers Discord to get in touch with other listeners. > Trace: @tracedthurman > Joe: @bstolemyremote  Be sure to support the boys on Patreon!   Theme Music: Alexander Nakarada    Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Anika Pavel – Encounter with the future tells the fascinating story of how she went on to become a model, a Playboy bunny and even a Bond Girl!...with TRE's Hannah Murray

Some people have just lived a bigger life than the rest of us, but that also means they have encountered more challenges too and Francesca Emerson has definitely lived a life of experiences.She was born and raised in New York City. The mother of three children and five grandchildren. She was one of the first Black Bunnies at the New York Playboy Club, the first Black woman to be initiated into the Film Editors Guild 776, the first Black Real Estate Broker to open an office in Selma, Alabama, and also the first Black American woman to be invited to speak at the Rotary Club in the Blue Mountains of Australia.She faced hardships from a young age and experienced abuse, racism and threats to her lifeHer friends there gave her the tribal name “Senedu,” which means “woman of adventure. ” Well, that is definitely her—a woman ready for everything. In this episode she shares: - What it was like when her mum passed when she was 5- The abuse she experienced form her step mother- Her experience getting married at 18 to a man who tried to kill her- The moment her husband tried to kill her and how she escaped- How she became a playboy bunny and how that changed things- Her experience in Hollywood at universal studios- The ways people tried to make her fail in Hollywood- The people she is grateful for in her life- The other wild experiences and adventures she has had- Her opinion of Hugh Hefner Key Quotes “I always felt, not loved, I always felt a stranger.” “I got married when I was 18. I stepped out of the frying pan into the fire.” More about Francesca Follow her on Facebook and on Instagram. You can get involved with the podcast online On facebook in our community: https://www.facebook.com/groups/challengesthatchangeusOr on Instagram: @challengesthatchangeusIf you want to contact the podcast, email us here: support@challengesthatchangeus.comOr check out our website: www.Challengesthatchangeus.com If you want to find out more about what Ali does, check out her business via the website:http://www.trialtitudeperformance.com.au For her other business you can find it through the websites:www.altitudefitnessarmidale.com.au@trialtitudeperformance Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Catherine hears about the science of building peace and takes a trip back to the swinging 60s.Catherine Carr stops strangers to ask them “Where Are You Going?” and uncovers unexpected stories about people's lives.---Named 'Podcast of the Year' by Radio Times and picked as 'Best Podcasts of the Year 2023' by the Financial Times, Observer, Pod Bible and The Week. ---The conversations that follow are always unpredictable: sometimes funny, sometimes heart-breaking, silly, romantic or occasionally downright ‘stop-you-in-your-tracks' surprising. Catherine's been travelling and recording since 2014. Be transported to places around the world and into the lives of others: You just never know what story is coming next…Join our Where Are You Going? Club for bonus audio, exclusive behind the scenes content and a chance to interact with Catherine, the production team and other club members.Find out more at www.whereareyougoing.co.uk/clubWe're actively seeking brand partners and sponsors and would love to talk to you. Please email us at whereareyougoing@loftusmedia.co.uk---Presented by Catherine CarrProduced by the team at Loftus MediaMusic by Edwin PearsonFollow whereareyougoing on InstagramCheck out our site: whereareyougoing.co.ukSend us an email: whereareyougoing@loftusmedia.co.uk Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jess and Trisha discuss what might be coming in 2025, including book club, trends, and romances they can't wait to read. Follow the podcast via RSS, Apple Podcasts, or Spotify. To get even more romance recs and news, sign up for our Kissing Books newsletter! A new year means a new Read Harder Challenge! Join us as we make our way through 24 tasks meant to expand our reading horizons. To get recommendations for each task, sign up for the Read Harder newsletter. All Access subscribers get even more recommendations plus community features, where you can connect with like-minded readers in a cozy and supportive corner of the internet. You can become an All Access member starting at $6 per month or $60 per year to get unlimited access to all members-only content in 20+ newsletters, community features, and the warm fuzzies of knowing you are supporting independent media. To join, visit bookriot.com/readharder. This content contains affiliate links. When you buy through these links, we may earn an affiliate commission. News Book club is back!! We're reading Even if The Sky is Falling edited by Taj McCoy, probably in late February! Or early March! And Jess was on Rebel Ever After with Ella Dawson. Check it out! Books Discussed One for the Team by Aria Daze A Shore Thing by Joanna Lowell I Think I'm In Love With an Alien by Ann Aguirre (6/17/25) There's Something About Mira by Sonali Dev (2/1/25) I Got Abducted By Aliens and Now I'm Trapped in a Romcom by Kimberly Lemming (2/25/25) Rules for Ruin by Mimi Matthews (5/20/25) The Broposal by Sonora Reyes (1/21/25) A Witch's Guide to Magical Innkeeping by Sangu Mandanna (7/15/25) Losing Sight by Tati Richardson (2/11/25) Dream On Ramona Riley by Ashley Herring Blake (5/13/25) Let us know what you're reading, what you're thinking, and what you're thinking about what you're reading! As always, you can find Jess and Trisha at the WIR email address (wheninromance@bookriot.com). You can also find us on Twitter (@jessisreading), or Instagram (@jess_is_reading and @trishahaleybrown), and Jess is even on TikTok (@jess_isreading). Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to the first Flava Breakfast Podcast with K'Lee, Azura and Charlie for 2025! On today's show, K'Lee shares two truths and one lie, and we find out that she was a Playboy Bunny (just for 5 minutes). Charlie has just gotten back from his big whānau trip to America and his youngest Noa made some new friends, with some interesting names. Plus, K'Lee's husband got the Jet Ski stuck in the mud on their whānau holiday but he reckons it wasn't his fault. For more, follow our socials: Instagram Facebook Tik TokSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In this Pt 2 “How's That? – The Podcast” episode, Australian, NSW & Bankstown cricket legend Len Pascoe talks to the boys about : Test Cricket vs Grade Cricket, bowling to Viv Richards, Tony Grieg being Len's 1st Test wicket, touring the West Indies, The Guyana Riot, Ian Chappell, Desmond Haynes & Gordon Greenidge, Magnum 44 gun at Barbados, Mike Whitney's West Indian accent, being sledged by Sri Lankan Ravi Ratnayeke, the Pascoe/Thompson Ward at Bankstown Hospital, Mike Whitney's West Indian accent, coaching Glen McGrath & Steve Smith, World Series Cricket and day/night games, Bill O'Reilly, Harold Larwood, Doug Walters, designing the cricket helmet, Playboy Bunnies, T20 cricket & much, much more…. Some of the best cricket stories of all time!!!

In this riveting episode with Juliette Watt, we get detailed about why every one of us needs to become more aware of compassion fatigue. This debilitating syndrome has spread as more and more of us are being asked to care for parents and children while maintaining demanding careers and trying to run a home. Compassion fatigue can be hard to recognize, and it's imperative we do, because it has a high correlation with both physical illness and suicidal ideation. In this episode you will learn: Signs you or someone you know may be experiencing compassion fatigue. The most dangerous point in the timeline of compassion fatigue. The differences between trauma and grief and how they co-occur with this syndrome. Steps you can take to reduce compassion fatigue. Tips for folks who aren't into meditation. Juliette Watt has been an ATP airplane pilot and Master Flight Instructor; a Playboy Bunny; a soap opera writer for ABC Television and a theater writer/performer. She has won two Writers Guild Awards and has been nominated for a Daytime Emmy. She also is an animal rights advocate who worked for Best Friends Animal Society for almost a decade. Juliette most recently added TEDx Fargo speaker to her extensive resume. Her current mission is twofold; to help people who are struggling with the debilitating and potentially lethal symptoms of Compassion Fatigue; the emotional and physical burden created by caring for others in distress or neglecting your own life-stress and guiding people to create the true life of their dreams. Purchase Juliette's book, In Between the Magic. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your support is deeply appreciated! Find me, Lara, on my Website / Instagram You can support this podcast with any level of donation here. Order The Essential Guide to Trauma Sensitive Yoga: How to Create Safer Spaces for All Opening and Closing music: Other People's Photographs courtesy of Daniel Zaitchik. Follow Daniel on Spotify.

Get ready for an engaging episode of The Determined Society with Shawn French as he sits down with the dynamic Shanice Henderson from Bravo's Summerhouse: Martha's Vineyard. Discover her journey from sports and sales to reality TV and the ups and downs that come with being in the public eye. Shanice opens up about her experiences, including how she navigates social media criticism, copes with mental health challenges, and the unexpected moments that shaped her life. Tune in for a candid conversation filled with personal insights, laughter, and a dose of inspiration. Whether you're a fan of reality TV or looking to hear from a resilient and ambitious individual, this episode is a must-watch!

Kirsty Young asks the activist and writer Gloria Steinem what advice she would give her younger self.Through the last seven decades, Steinem has been a singular voice and influential thinker for the causes of feminism and equality in the USA. She discusses her breakthrough as a young journalist going undercover as a Playboy Bunny, founding the hugely successful feminist magazine Ms., and her personal stake in the fight for the legalisation of abortion. She also reflects on her unconventional childhood with a father who never wore a hat or had a job and a mother whom she became a carer of at a young age.A BBC Studios Audio production.

About Last Night by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Well, she thought almost bitterly as she got dressed in sweatpants and a plain black sweater that was soft and a little loose after her latest, and to date most successful, weight-loss plan. She considered shoes, but settled for her fluffy pink slippers instead. So much for her brilliant theory. She had sat there for hours and hours on the most uncomfortable stool ever, drinking glass after glass of whiskey because she didn't know what else to order and was too shy to ask. And nobody; not even one man; had shown any interest in her. The only one who talked at her at all was the hot bartender, who…The bartender! Of course! That's why the man had looked familiar to her in her bathroom. His features had been blurry without her glasses, of course, but she was reasonably sure it was him. She was almost a hundred percent certain of it. The only question was; what was he doing in her apartment?“It's a long story,” he said when she asked him later, in her kitchen, her hair wrapped up in a towel and perched on her head. His eyes followed her movements around the kitchen as she got milk from the fridge for the coffee and put bread in the toaster. The irony of the morning-after-nothing-happened breakfast didn't escape his notice.“I have time,” she said carefully, closing the blinds to avoid all possible sources of light. “Give me the quick version.”“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “You were drunk, I helped you home. My keys are locked in my car and I couldn't get a cab to come get me. That's it, in a nutshell. And because I know you're still wondering, I spent the night on your couch, shivering a little. Ok, shivering a lot. It was damn cold. Plus I have a crick in my neck now.”She winced. “I'm sorry. I wish you'd waken me up, I would at least have helped you with a blanket.”“I could have used your hairdryer to build a nuclear bomb right next to your bed and you wouldn't have woken up. You were out cold.”Another wince.“I'm really sorry,” she said. “I don't know what came over me. I've never been that drunk before. I'm really not the type.”“I know,” he said, not bothering to hide his grin. “You told me last night.”She chewed her bottom lip nervously. Brandon wanted to take that hot little task over for her. He imagined nibbling on those petal soft lips and cleared his throat a little.“What else did I tell you?” she wanted to know apprehensively.“Well, you work in a library, and you can't lie even to telephone salespeople.”“Is that all?”“Not by a long shot. By the way, what does technically mean?”She frowned and cocked her head in a ‘what do you mean?' way. “Technically?”“Yes. When is something technically and when is it; I don't know, untechnically? Physically? Literally?”“I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about,” she said and smeared a thin strip of margarine over her dry toast.He cupped his hands around the plain white cup filled to the brim with coffee and leaned forward.“Tell me,” he said conversationally, sadistically waiting for her to take a bite of toast. “How does one remain a virgin, but only technically?”She started choking as he'd expected, coughing and wheezing and grabbing her coffee to help the dry bread down the right pipe.“What?”“Apparently, if you were speaking the truth last night which drunk people seem prone to do for some reason, you are technically still a virgin, but not in a physical sense. I was just wondering how that happens.”“I told you that? Oh my; I'm so sorry!”He laughed at the red flush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks.“Relax,” he said. “Its fine. I would just love to hear that story. Because there has to be a story.”“Not really,” she muttered, and then, as an afterthought, “I'm never drinking again.”“Wise words that has been spoken by many, many people over the years.”“I mean it,” she insisted. “I honestly can't believe I told you that.”“Virginity is nothing to be ashamed of,” Brandon said, stroking one finger down her arm.“It kind of is, when you're twenty nine.”He gaped. “You're twenty nine and you've never had sex? How the hell had that happen?”“I don't know, it just; happened,” she muttered. “Or more to the point, it just never happened.”“There must be a reason,” he prompted.“There isn't one specific reason, it's more like a series of non-sexual incidents, strung together by everything from dating sites to five-minute dating games and more blind dates than I can count.”“I take it none of that worked for you?”“I met the most interesting people. Like Mike, who was seventy two at the time, and told me he had a granddaughter fantasy he wanted to play out with me.”“He wanted you to pretend to be his granddaughter?”She shook her head. “If only. I'm not sure how this would have played out since I didn't stick around to find out, but I had to play the grandfather. And he was one of the better options.”Brandon sat back, stunned. “No way,” he said disbelievingly.She nodded. “I'm serious. After him was a series of serial losers; men who couldn't hold on to jobs and girls and had to borrow money from one loan shark to pay off the next. The type of guys whose idea of cleaning out the trailer means letting a stray dog in to lick the stains from the floor and to put all the porn in one box.”Oh, he was in deep shit, Brandon thought as he roared with laughter. She had a sense of humor. There was, to his mind, nothing sexier in a girl than a sense of humor.“And after them?”She frowned. “I met this guy, his name is Stanley, online. We went on a few dates and it didn't go too bad, till his parole officer contacted me to let me know he was back in jail for harassing little kids at a park.” She winced. “It was messy. The police went through my house, looking for signs of kiddie-porn. Apparently he was part of a child-prostitution and trafficking ring. I had no idea. I got off with a warning, since there was no evidence that I was involved, and he told them that I knew nothing. I suspect they still monitor my internet history every once in a while.”Helpless laughter rocked through him. No wonder she was still a virgin, if these were the kind of men she stumbled across during her search.“What about high school?” he asked. “And college?”She looked down at her hands. “I wasn't exactly Miss Popular in school,” she said simply. “I wasn't even that shy girl that nobody talks to except when they need help with math, because I sucked at math. Still do, as a matter of fact. I didn't fit in with any of the clicks. I wasn't pretty and I wasn't clever, and I didn't have any secret talents. The only thing I was good at was reading, and I did a lot of that. But nobody makes friends in the school library, right? Especially not if the girl is chubby and have the fashion sense of a blind nun.”“Now that part I can help you with,” he said. “Why don't I go shopping with you and help you pick out a few outfits that will make the, uh, best of your figure?”She looked down at herself. True, she was wearing sweatpants, but they were new and still neat. And her sweater might be a bit too big after her diet, but it was of a good material and had been expensive and it didn't lose shape in the wash. But his words made her feel downright dowdy.“Do you remember what I told you last night?” he asked.“I barely remember you, never mind anything you told me,” she said, stung.He frowned a little and gazed at her with an intent look on his face that made her wonder if he could see more than what she revealed.“You expressed the wish to... how to put this delicately? find somebody to enjoy yourself with, but you were concerned that you don't have the right look and personality to attract men. I merely offered my advice to help you if you wanted an objective opinion.”“Oh,” she said, pushing her plate away from her with one finger.Actually, what he'd promised was to help her learn to fake it, but Brandon was strangely reluctant to hurt her feelings by telling her that. She was female, after all, and would immediately conclude that he thought she wasn't good enough or pretty enough, or didn't have what it takes to attract men like ants to a syrup bottle.And that was just bull.Even if he had had almost those exact same thoughts not twelve hours ago.“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked after a few semi-awkward moments of silence.He shrugged. “Maybe I'm just a nice guy.”“Men are never nice unless they have an agenda.”He winced. “Ouch. True, but ouch.”She gave him a small smile. “So what's your agenda?”Getting in your pants.“Maybe I want library privileges.”She snorted. “Like what?”Showing you what the reference section should really be used for.“Maybe I have a fine for a book that's late. Think you can help me make it disappear?”Her smile was like the sunrise.“Are you trying to bribe me?”He leaned forward with a grin. “Maybe I am. Are you corruptible?”“Certainly not. I'm a good girl, you know.” She was trying hard to look prim and proper, and failing miserably. Her eyes; those bluer-than-the-sky eyes of hers; were filled with laughter behind her pretty glasses, despite the way she was pursing her lips and trying to look chastising.“All right. So I'll have to pay the fine, then. How about this? There's a book I want to read, but it's on a waiting list. I would love to be moved to the top of the list.”She pretended to think about it. “That depends,” she decided. “What book is it?”He couldn't help it, couldn't resist the invitation their flirting was issuing.“The Art of Pleasuring Women,” he said, wondering if she would accept the unvoiced challenge.She did, though her eyes widened slightly in scandalous provocation. “Well, now,” she said, clearing her throat a little. “I guess I can be convinced. Wouldn't want your girlfriend to be dissatisfied by your prowess. It would be sad for the poor girl if you didn't know how to; get things done. You might even say it's my civic duty to let you have the necessary instruction.”His throat was a little dry and he lifted his cup to his lips, surprised to realize there wasn't another drop. “Yeah,” he said. “Education is important. Speaking of education, I think it's time for lesson one.”“Lesson one in what?”He grinned. “Making you irresistible.”Emily twisted her hair into a clip with a practiced movement. Brandon had given her couple of hours while he got a cab to take him home and get his spare keys, promising to be back for her first lesson. She felt awkward when he left, sure it would be the last time she saw him. She knew he thought her plain and uninteresting– he'd basically said it himself in so many words; and he had absolutely no reason to waste his Saturday on her. She was surprised at the desolation she had felt when she stood at her window, watching his cab pull off. He was the first man in a long time to be nice to her. Not many guys would go to the trouble he'd gone too to get her home safely. He'd looked after her as if they were friends, and this morning he'd joked with her and put her at ease, making her forget about the humiliation of her alcohol-loosened tongue of the previous evening. For goodness' sake, she had told him she was still a virgin. Why on earth had she felt the need to share that with him? Now he would always remember her as that crazy girl who couldn't handle a few drinks and had no taste in clothes. He was nice, and talking to him had been very nice and seeing him again would be even nicer, but she was not naïve enough to believe he would be back. Still, she couldn't help taking extra care when she dried her hair and did her make-up. The result was less than satisfactory, to her own eyes. No matter what she did, she would be plain. Nothing could change that. She had never been pretty, nor would she ever be.“And you'd best make peace with it,” she muttered to her slightly depressed image in the mirror. She threw open her closet and looked at the piles of clothes that had been arranged with military precision, according to color and styles.It was a bit sad, watching her cupboard. Most of what she owned was either white or beige or cream, or any variation of that. There were blacks and navy blues, and a few browns and greys. Some dowdy shades of maroon and a mourning, drab purple, but that was it.Was this really what her life had whittled down to? Her job was going nowhere, fast, she had no relationships outside her head, and her closet looked like she let her grandmother do her shopping. Why on earth had she bought that grey and brown coat hanging in the back? It was horrible. It was hideous, even if it was made of the finest wool she'd ever touched.Emily pulled it off the hanger and dumped it on the bed unceremoniously. She grabbed another jacket, a few skirts she was ashamed to say she'd worn more than twice. The heap on her bed piled high as she emptied her closet almost completely. She was feeling slightly frantic by the time she was done with the coats and jackets and started on slacks and trousers. Had she been blind her entire life, to wear this?“What are you doing?” a voice suddenly said, disturbing her. Emily dropped a faded charcoal blouse on the floor in surprise. Her sort-of friend and downstairs neighbor was staring at the bed, which was covered with clothes, with an expression of revulsion. She must have used the spare key Emily had left with her, because Emily had locked the door behind Brandon. Usually Judith knocked, but Emily hadn't heard anything.“You!” said Emily accusingly, bending down to pick up the shirt and holding it out in front of her. “I blame you!”“For what?” Judith asked, clearly not sure what to expect.“This is partly your fault,” Emily scolded, shaking and accusing finger at Judith. “How could you let me wear this crap? In public?”Judith stared at the bed, her mouth working a little as she processed the situation.“I thought you liked it.”“You should have told me I look about ninety! What sort of friend are you?”“Em, you always look neat. I thought…”“Neat! I looked neat. And how many guys want to have sex with neatness, I ask you?”“Uhm…” Judith cleared her throat. “Clearly, not as many as you'd like.”Emily threw another armful of blouses; a mustardy floral, a khaki-with-frills and a navy box neck that looked like the wrong end of the fifties; on the bed.“None, that's how many,” she said grimly. “How am I supposed to get somebody to marry if I can't even find a man to have sex with me? What's wrong with me?”“There is not a thing wrong with you,” Judith said immediately and loyally. “You just; appeal to a different demographic than the men you meet.”“Yeah,” Emily muttered. “The men at the senior citizen really enjoy chatting to me on Library Tuesday. They show up by the busloads to come see me.”Judith stifled a laugh. “Why are you taking all of your clothes out of your closet?”Emily sank down on her bead and glanced at the pile of ugly materials and styles.“I'm getting rid of it,” she said darkly. “All of it. And I'm going to buy new things. Pretty things. Color, Judith, I need color. Pink and green and yellow. Red! I don't even have a red dress. Why don't I have a hot red dress?”“Red's really not your color,” Judith said. “Or yellow, to be honest. You need to stay away from red and yellow, and definitely no orange.”“See? Why haven't you told me this before? Look at me, Judith, I'm a mess.”Judith sat down next to her. “I guess you always seem so content, so at peace with your life. I used to envy you that. I'm the most unstable person I know, and you just never cared what people thought about you. I had no idea you were dissatisfied. I'm sorry I let you wear ugly clothes.”Emily gave a small laugh and glanced at the empty hangers in the closet. There were two coats that had passed her test; a truly timeless black cashmere and a really warm, snowy white one she'd bought on sale but hadn't worn yet because it would get dirty the second she ventured out of her bedroom.“It's ok. It's not your fault. I should have realized I need help long before now.”“What brought this on?” Judith asked, picking up the mustard shirt looking at it shrewdly. “This would make an excellent floor rag, by the way.”Emily laughed slightly. “Nothing brought it on. I'm just; I'm tired of being part of the scenery in my own life, you know? When is it my turn to have some fun? I've been waiting so patiently for my life to begin, and look where it's brought me. I'm twenty nine, I've never had sex, and I'm too scared to venture outside this comfort zone I've been digging for myself with serviceable clothing and comfortable shoes and not enough friends.”“Your shoes are really ugly,” Judith said, honestly. “And I promise I'll tell you from now on if you wear something that doesn't work.”Emily looked at her nearly empty cupboard. “Thanks,” she said. “I guess I'll take this stuff to the Salvation Army, if they want it.”“Let me help with that,” Judith said. “I have a car, so it'll be much easier for me. I know a great homeless shelter that needs donations desperately.”“I'd appreciate that,” Emily said. “Why did you come here today? Did they drop my mail off in your box again?”“No, I wanted to ask about that really hot guy I saw coming out of your apartment a while ago. Was he the cable repair man or something?”“No,” Emily said, blushing a little. “He; actually, he spent the night here. On my couch,” she added quickly. “Nothing happened. I was so drunk he had to bring me home from the bar.”Judith's eyes widened. “But you never drink,” she said.“I did last night.”“Never mind that, then. Oh my word, Emily, you let a stranger sleep over at your house? And you didn't jump him?”“He wasn't interested in being jumped,” Emily said. “He's just; a nice guy I'm never going to see again.”Judith chewed the inside of her lip. “Leave this stuff,” she said, “and bring your credit card. We're going to go shopping.”Brandon paced the hallway outside Emily's apartment. He'd been there for an hour and she still wasn't opening the door. She was either avoiding him on purpose, or incapable of answering the damn bell, or, most probably, not home.Which just plain pissed him off. Hadn't he told her he would be back? She had no business being out when he wanted to see her!He kept walking, following the generic grey carpeting with the navy pattern with his eyes. This was ridiculous. He should be at home, watching sport or having an afternoon nap. He should not be pacing around, waiting for Emily to show up. What was he, a horny teenager who mistakes lust for love?He forced himself to leave after another half hour. No girl was worth waiting for like this. It was pathetic and sad and told him, more than anything else, how much he needed to get laid. These; feelings he seemed to have caught, were like a disease. Or a virus. And the best cure for unwanted feelings is a good old-fashioned boink fest. He knew plenty of girls who would be more than happy to oblige. It was just such a pity he wasn't interested in anybody except Emily.Brandon scowled.“Are you sure about the dress?” Emily asked for the third time, loading the last of the shopping bags into Judith's car. They'd spent almost five hours straight in the shops, with Judith dragging her from the one shop to the next, picking out clothes and smelling discounts from miles away. Her arms were sore from carrying the bags around, and her credit card had given up screaming in pain ten purchases ago. Instead, she imagined it making small little whimpers as it lay in her wallet, trying to curl itself up against the agony and torture she'd put it through.But oh, she loved the clothes! The colors; Emily had never thought there were so many shades of pink, or that she could look so good in pastel and bright colors alike. For the first time in years, she didn't feel dowdy. She felt pretty, since Judith had made her go to a bathroom and change from frumpy and dumpy to smart and sexy. She was wearing a short skirt, teetering around on high-heeled boots that could not possible be good for her insteps. She felt deliciously slutty, even though the skirt wasn't that short. But the tight black sweater she wore with it dipped low enough to make men take a second look, and the jacket she had on over it was hot-pink and attention grabbing. Added to that the new jewelry and a sexy little scarf, and she felt like a million dollars.Judith didn't need to ask what dress she was talking about. It was a slinky black number with very flattering, very seductive lines. It was shorter than sin, and with the right bra, would show off more cleavage than a centerfold Playboy Bunny. It was completely backless and basically said, ‘take me to bed and tear me off her body.'“I'm sure,” she said. “Em, you look so hot in that dress, even I wanted to jump you in the fitting room. Brandon's gonna eat his heart out.”“I don't want Brandon to eat his heart out,” Emily muttered, but she grinned a little. “I wouldn't mind him eating something else out, though.”Judith gasped in shock. “Why, Emily Brown," she said. “You're positively slutty!”“What,” Emily said defensively, “just because I'm a virgin, I need to be prudish?”“I created a monster,” Judith said, shaking her head as she backed out.Brandon couldn't stop scowling as he rolled out of bed the next morning. It was still snowing outside, and he had spent the entire evening stomping around in his house. That bloody librarian had him all tied up. He was angry, and horny, and annoyed all at the same time. After waiting around for three hours outside her apartment the previous day, he'd gone home, only to keep thinking about her. And now it was Sunday, and it was still snowing, and he was damned if he would spend another day frustrated as hell.The lady needed lessons, and he was damned well going to be the one to teach them to her.Starting today.Emily brushed her hair, marveling at the lightness of the layered and highlighted strands. The swelling on her eyebrows had finally gone down, after the waxing and tinting she'd agreed to the previous day. And the new eyeliner made all the difference in the world. She experimented at leisure with the new make-up Judith had helped her choose, and loving the outfit she had decided on that morning; a pair of surprisingly comfortable jeans with the boots of the previous day, an amethyst-color sweater that hugged her body and showed off the curves she had always kept hidden for some reason. She fixed the silver hoops in her ears and wondered how she was going to settle the bills on her credit card. She almost had more debt now than right after she finished her degree at the university.But oh, it was worth every cent. Every time she opened her cupboard doors and saw the cornucopia of colors adorning her pretty white shelves, she wanted to hug herself and dance a little jig. She had the weirdest urge to grab her hairbrush and sing along to the mixed CD she was listening to while she got dressed, but she figured it was unacceptable behavior to anybody over the age of oh, say, fourteen.But then she got a what-the-hell feeling and grabbed her brush. She might have missed out on the dance-like-you're a teenager phase when she actually was a teenager, but there was no reason not to catch up on that now, was there? She spun around her room, ignoring the unmade bed and singing along to the newest teen-sensation swooning about a boy and what he did to her.“And you make me want you like a grown-up…” she crooned along to the singer.Emily could relate. She had never been passionate, to say the least. She had a vibrator in her bedside table, and she used it occasionally, but she suspected there was something wrong with her that she didn't enjoy it much. It made her feel pathetic, the way she'd felt at twenty-five when she finally decided to end her virginal status on her own, if she couldn't get a man to help her with the pesky little task. She cried when she broke through the barrier, so lonely and depressed that she just took out the vibrator; a pretty pink one with different settings; and went to go clean up in the bathroom. There had been no pleasure, none of the ecstasy she'd read about in books and seen in movies. It had felt humiliating and like giving up, and she had hated herself for it.She tried using the vibrator again, and after a few times she actually had an orgasm. Which was great while it lasted, but afterwards she felt stupid and tainted and like such a loser. She still used it occasionally, though the orgasms seemed to be getting smaller every time. Maybe she was getting too old to enjoy sex. Maybe her body was tricked into thinking it was time to go through menopause, since it wasn't being used the way nature intended for it to be used. And she had never, with one exception, looked at a man and gotten turned on. Men were from Mars, and she didn't speak Martian. She was tongue tied and avoided them like a second-grade girl, at the same time wishing one of them would just look at her once, fall head over heels and coax her out of her shell. But Brandon; Brandon made her want him in a way she had never thought it was possible to want somebody. Maybe it was because he was the first man to take the time to talk to her, or maybe it was because he'd hit her at a vulnerable stage with that smile of his, but when she had looked out of her shower to see him standing there, she'd felt the heat low in her belly, unfurling and moving to her nether regions. He was hot. He made her want things, like one-night stands and short flings and naked bodies writhing together.He made her feel like a women, even if he wasn't interested.And that was more pathetic than anything else.Her doorbell rang, several times shortly after each other, indicating irritation on the other side of the door. It was probably Judith, so she slicked one last coat of gloss over her lips and headed to the sitting room, eager to show her friend what she looked like. Only it wasn't Judith.It was Brandon.Brandon swallowed once. Was he at the wrong apartment? Because there was a really, really hot girl standing where he had expected to see Emily. And maybe his cock was finally ready to get down and dirty with somebody else, because it was stirring subtly, reminding Brandon that he hadn't had sex in about five months. At least not with somebody else in the room.“Hey,” the girl said. Brandon's eyes were glued to the plump, shiny lips the color of ripe cherries and he swallowed convulsively.She was wearing Emily's glasses, and she was standing in Emily's doorway, but there was no way Emily could be wearing clothes that made him want to take her right there, against the wall in the hallway.“Hi,” he croaked, feeling as if he was in high school again and trying to talk to pretty girl who owned the locker next to his. All tongue-tied and awkward. The pretty girl cleared her throat and gave a step back. “Would you like to come inside?”“Sure,' he said, but he couldn't seem to move. It felt as if the connection between his feet and his brain had been severed (best guess put the cut-off point somewhere near his groin) and he was unable to do anything but stare.At her tits. Those previously thought plain, nondescript tits. They were perfect. Not too big, not too small. Full and high, soft and plump. He itched to have them in his hands and do something; anything; with them. To them. On them. For them.“Brandon?”Her voice sounded like it had been made to say his name, preferably in different tones of passion. He could imagine her crying it out as the orgasm hit her, and he swallowed again, trying to force his brain to get rid of the lust-driven haze so he could function like a normal human being.“Sorry,” he said quickly. “You look…”“Different?” she guessed and looked down at the soft, form-fitting sweater that made her skin seem all healthy and glowing and; stuff. Or something.“Really beautiful,” he amended. “Really, really beautiful.”“Thanks,” she said, glancing down uncomfortably, reminding him that she was a very shy girl, despite the fact that she set fire to his fantasies.“Where did you disappear to yesterday?” he asked when the awkward silence stretched out too long.She smiled, a surprised, delighted smile that brought forth a little dimple he hadn't noticed before.“You came back,” she said. “I didn't think you would.”He just looked at her. “I said I would,” he said quietly. “Why didn't you believe me?”She blushed, and damn if it wasn't cute. “Well, I didn't think I would see you again. I know I'm not the kind of girl men comes back to, especially not men like you.”“Men like me?”“I know what I am and what I am not; you don't need to pretend anything to spare my feelings. But anyway, I went shopping. For clothes. With my friend Judith.”“I'm glad you went shopping,” he said. “But to come back to the men like me remark…”“Hot men,” she muttered, shamefacedly. “But like I said, I know what I see in the mirror so you don't have to pretend to be attracted to me or whatever. I won't blame you if you don't want me, or don't want to help me. Only…” she paused for a second. “Just don't pity me, okay? I don't need anybody's pity. I'm fine with who I am.”Brandon didn't think; he simply acted. He gave one step and then he was flush up against her. He twisted their bodies skillfully so that her back was pressed against the doorway. He didn't take the time he'd imagined he would when he cupped her face between his palms, took off her glasses and dropped it on the floor behind her, bent his head, and kissed her.It was an electric thing, the kiss. Their lips were barely touching, and there was not enough pressure to satisfy him, but it still sent chills racing up and down his body. He rubbed his lips over hers, getting some of that cherry-red gloss on his own mouth and not minding one bit. He sucked her bottom lip between his and enjoyed her surprised little gasp. He licked over that softest skin on the inside of her lip and then nibbled lightly with his teeth. He pulled back, stretching her lip a little before letting go. He didn't move away; not yet. Instead, he pressed a chaste kiss on the one corner of her mouth, and another on the other side. She smelled fantastic. No heavy, seductive perfume that made him want to sneeze and drink allergy medicine. She carried the scent of her innocence, and it smelled like some light sort of flower. Clean, and fresh, and young, like a rose covered with early morning dew, and could he possibly get any cornier? If he didn't stop thinking, he was going to start spouting poetry soon.So he stopped thinking and touched her lips again, a bit firmer this time, just to remind her who was in charge. He felt the natural softness that indicated her femininity, felt the way they gave and molded under his, shaping around his in a warm, strangely familiar way. He touched his tongue to the Cupid 's bow, following the line of her lips with the tip of his tongue, knowing that it would intoxicate her as much as it did him. When he reached the plump bottom lip, he slipped his tongue to taste the seam of her closed mouth, sliding it first in one direction and then the next. He pressed lightly, asking her wordlessly for permission, for access. She softened her lips further and he slid his tongue in a little further.Her taste blossomed and he groaned as it assaulted his senses. He couldn't wait to taste the rest of her, to taste all of her. He could feel his breathing picking up speed as he explored her mouth relentlessly. Her arms slipped around his neck and she rose on her toes to press herself closer to him. He could feel and taste and sense her inexperience in her hesitation. She was a little bit clumsy, and it was endearingly sweet to him, knowing that this girl-woman trusted him enough to let him kiss her like this.He deepened the kiss, one of his hands sliding achingly slowly down her back to press her against him even more. He wanted to move his hand to the more interesting terrain of her front, but he was oddly content just to hold her like this while he taught her more about the art of kissing with infinite patience. He pressed a little harder, hungry for just a little more, and coaxed her tongue from her mouth with his own. She didn't understand what he wanted, and he knew she was confused by the change in the angle of his mouth as it slanted over hers.“Give me your tongue,' he whispered hoarsely against her lips.“What?” she asked dazedly.“Your tongue,” he said again, moving his hand lower to cup her deliciously soft ass in his palm. She was all feminine curves; firm, but not overly muscled, like too many women nowadays who spent more time in a gym than at home. She felt so different from him, and he reveled in the way their bodies fit together, hard against soft, muscles against curves. She wasn't fat, not even chubby, but she wasn't a stick figure either.She was so; absolutely; perfect.To be continued, by horn pixy.

Unleashed: The Political News Hour with Chris Michaels – New allegations surface about Diddy's arrest, involving a former Playboy Bunny, raising concerns of blackmail. Meanwhile, Microsoft and Google favor AI over human civilization in an energy crisis, and Kamala Harris faces plagiarism claims. Zelenskyy pushes for NATO membership or nuclear weapons. Election interference continues as Democrats pursue their agenda, while media bias remains rampant.

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In this episode we discuss ways to get in sweata weatha spirit, fake voicemails from murderers, the bizarre 9/11 connection, how it's easier to learn FD logic as a kid, having to identify your son's body by a Playboy Bunny necklace, putting your soggy bathing suit in a plastic bag, how the rube goldberg is not rube-ing in this movie, shishkabobs, how Glee is basically FD, wanting conjugal visits with FD and SO MUCH MORE!!!

Uncover the fascinating story of Zelda Wynn Valdes, whose mastery of the mermaid silhouette led to her creation of the iconic Playboy Bunny costume, with insights from special guest Tobi Ashiru._______Support this podcast with a small donation: Buy Me A CoffeeThis show is powered by Nice PeopleJoin this podcast and the Patreon community: patreon.com/womendesignersyoushouldknowHave a 1:1 mentor call with Amber Asay: intro.co/amberasayCheck out the original reel / video this podcast was based on: https://www.instagram.com/p/C6EDEMrLDsn/Sources:Dazzling Zelda (Children's Book by Farai Simoyi and Aura Lewis)About Zelda Wynn Valdes:Zelda Wynn Valdes (1901 – 2001) is often overlooked in design history even though she was one of the most influential fashion designers known for her hourglass silhouette dresses, and helping popularize the mermaid dress.In fact, the femininity of her work caught the eye of Hugh Hefner who commissioned her to design the iconic and patented playboy bunny costume in 1960.But before that, In 1948, Valdes became the first black person to open her own boutique on Broadway in Manhattan.Zelda's alluring yet sophisticated dresses were embraced by prominent figures such as Joyce Bryant, Ella Fitzgerald, Aretha Franklin, Eartha Kitt, Josephine Baker, Diahann Carroll, Dorothy Dandridge, and Mae West. She even designed Maria Cole's gown for her wedding to Nat King Cole in 1948.Zelda continued her impactful career until her passing in 2001, contributing to over 80 ballet productions at the Dance Theatre of Harlem.She made it her mission to leave the door wide open for all the black women designers following in her footsteps. She led a fashion coalition that was founded with the sole purpose of promoting black designers. ____View all the visually rich 1-min reels of each woman on IG below:Instagram: Amber AsayInstagram: Women Designers Pod

Ayesha is a professional stunt performer whose extraordinary journey began with studying classics, philosophy, and politics at university. After a brief stint as a Playboy Bunny, she found her passion in the world of stunts, specializing in edged weapons and marksmanship. Now an accomplished stunt performer, she's part of the British Stunt Register and has worked on high-profile projects like Marvel's Deadpool trilogy, Star Wars, and Gladiator II. Ayesha's unique heritage and background in diverse artistic endeavors have significantly influenced her career path, making her a trailblazer for diversity in the stunt industry.Episode Summary:In this inspiring episode of the "She Who Dares Wins" podcast, host Michelle engages in a deep conversation with Ayesha, an accomplished stunt performer with a rich and varied background. Ayesha shares her unconventional journey from studying classics, philosophy, and politics to becoming a stunt professional known for her work in high-profile projects, including Marvel's Deadpool series and the upcoming Gladiator II. The narrative highlights her shift from being a university student to discovering her passion for performing stunts, especially those involving precision weapons like whips and swords.The episode delves into the challenges Ayesha faced transitioning into the stunt industry at the age of 30, a time when many consider it too late to start such a physically demanding career. Key Takeaways:Ayesha's transition from academic studies to becoming a professional stunt performer.The difficulties and triumphs of entering the stunt industry at 30.Insight into working on major film projects like Deadpool and Star Wars.The importance of community and support systems in male-dominated industries.Ayesha's advocacy for more representation and diversity within the stunt profession.Notable Quotes:"I dared to think that my self-worth was a little bit larger than being a doctor and cooking a rancher party.""I have to really send it right. You just, like, got no choice when you're on set like that in high-pressure scenes.""Honestly, the real tee is breaking the glass ceiling and messing up the system from the inside out.""People are going to judge you either way, so do everything with your whole chest, and people will fall where they may.""There are going to be people that like you; there are going to be people that don't. You have no control over that, so do everything with your whole chest."Follow Ayesha @ayeshaofficial Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Lynne Moody, a legendary actress known for her groundbreaking roles in television, shares her extraordinary journey through Hollywood. From her iconic performances in "Roots" and "Soap" to her time on "Knots Landing," Lynne reflects on the challenges and triumphs of her career. She opens up about the limited opportunities for African American actresses during her early years and the perseverance that drove her to succeed. Lynne's story is one of resilience, grace, and an unwavering passion for her craft, offering a powerful and inspirational message.   Episode Highlights: Trailblazing Roles: Lynne Moody delves into her pioneering work in television, including her unforgettable roles in the groundbreaking mini-series "Roots," the sitcom "Soap," and the dramatic series "Knots Landing." Breaking Barriers: A candid discussion on the challenges Lynne faced as an African American actress in an industry that offered limited roles, and how she overcame these obstacles with determination and talent. Behind the Scenes: Stories from her early career, including her experiences working as a Playboy Bunny and how it shaped her path in Hollywood. Emotional Reunion: Lynne shares the deeply personal and heartwarming story of reuniting with her daughter after 50 years, a reunion made possible through DNA testing. Life in Hollywood: Anecdotes about working alongside stars like Richard Pryor, Ed Asner, and Ben Vereen, and her reflections on the ups and downs of life in the spotlight. Words of Wisdom: Lynne offers invaluable advice to aspiring actors, drawing from her own experiences in the entertainment industry.   You're going to love my conversation with Lynne Moody IMDB   Follow Jeff Dwoskin (host): Jeff Dwoskin on Twitter The Jeff Dwoskin Show podcast on Twitter Podcast website Podcast on Instagram Join my mailing list Subscribe to my Youtube channel (watch Crossing the Streams!) Yes, the show used to be called Live from Detroit: The Jeff Dwoskin Show Ways to support the show: Buy me a coffee (support the show) TeePublic Store: Classic Conversations merch and more! Love the books I talk about on the show? Here is my Amazon store to shop.    

In the early aughts the Playboy Bunnies were EVERYWHERE. Holly Madison and Kendra Wilkinson starred in The Girls Next Door, a reality show following the lives of supposed best-friend-bunnies opening the gates to the Playboy mansion and giving an inside scoop on their dolled-up lives. But in the years following the series, Holly and Kendra would release memoirs, podcasts, and spin off reality shows that told very different versions of their friendship – and what life was REALLY like in the mansion. Listen to Diss and Tell on the Wondery App or wherever you get your podcasts. You can listen early and ad-free on Wondery+. Join Wondery+ in the Wondery App, Apple Podcasts or Spotify. Start your free trial by visiting wondery.com/links/diss-and-tell/ now.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

About Last Night by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.Well, she thought almost bitterly as she got dressed in sweatpants and a plain black sweater that was soft and a little loose after her latest, and to date most successful, weight-loss plan. She considered shoes, but settled for her fluffy pink slippers instead. So much for her brilliant theory. She had sat there for hours and hours on the most uncomfortable stool ever, drinking glass after glass of whiskey because she didn't know what else to order and was too shy to ask. And nobody; not even one man; had shown any interest in her. The only one who talked at her at all was the hot bartender, who…The bartender! Of course! That's why the man had looked familiar to her in her bathroom. His features had been blurry without her glasses, of course, but she was reasonably sure it was him. She was almost a hundred percent certain of it. The only question was; what was he doing in her apartment?“It's a long story,” he said when she asked him later, in her kitchen, her hair wrapped up in a towel and perched on her head. His eyes followed her movements around the kitchen as she got milk from the fridge for the coffee and put bread in the toaster. The irony of the morning-after-nothing-happened breakfast didn't escape his notice.“I have time,” she said carefully, closing the blinds to avoid all possible sources of light. “Give me the quick version.”“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “You were drunk, I helped you home. My keys are locked in my car and I couldn't get a cab to come get me. That's it, in a nutshell. And because I know you're still wondering, I spent the night on your couch, shivering a little. Ok, shivering a lot. It was damn cold. Plus I have a crick in my neck now.”She winced. “I'm sorry. I wish you'd waken me up, I would at least have helped you with a blanket.”“I could have used your hairdryer to build a nuclear bomb right next to your bed and you wouldn't have woken up. You were out cold.”Another wince.“I'm really sorry,” she said. “I don't know what came over me. I've never been that drunk before. I'm really not the type.”“I know,” he said, not bothering to hide his grin. “You told me last night.”She chewed her bottom lip nervously. Brandon wanted to take that hot little task over for her. He imagined nibbling on those petal soft lips and cleared his throat a little.“What else did I tell you?” she wanted to know apprehensively.“Well, you work in a library, and you can't lie even to telephone salespeople.”“Is that all?”“Not by a long shot. By the way, what does technically mean?”She frowned and cocked her head in a ‘what do you mean?' way. “Technically?”“Yes. When is something technically and when is it; I don't know, untechnically? Physically? Literally?”“I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about,” she said and smeared a thin strip of margarine over her dry toast.He cupped his hands around the plain white cup filled to the brim with coffee and leaned forward.“Tell me,” he said conversationally, sadistically waiting for her to take a bite of toast. “How does one remain a virgin, but only technically?”She started choking as he'd expected, coughing and wheezing and grabbing her coffee to help the dry bread down the right pipe.“What?”“Apparently, if you were speaking the truth last night which drunk people seem prone to do for some reason, you are technically still a virgin, but not in a physical sense. I was just wondering how that happens.”“I told you that? Oh my; I'm so sorry!”He laughed at the red flush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks.“Relax,” he said. “Its fine. I would just love to hear that story. Because there has to be a story.”“Not really,” she muttered, and then, as an afterthought, “I'm never drinking again.”“Wise words that has been spoken by many, many people over the years.”“I mean it,” she insisted. “I honestly can't believe I told you that.”“Virginity is nothing to be ashamed of,” Brandon said, stroking one finger down her arm.“It kind of is, when you're twenty nine.”He gaped. “You're twenty nine and you've never had sex? How the hell had that happen?”“I don't know, it just; happened,” she muttered. “Or more to the point, it just never happened.”“There must be a reason,” he prompted.“There isn't one specific reason, it's more like a series of non-sexual incidents, strung together by everything from dating sites to five-minute dating games and more blind dates than I can count.”“I take it none of that worked for you?”“I met the most interesting people. Like Mike, who was seventy two at the time, and told me he had a granddaughter fantasy he wanted to play out with me.”“He wanted you to pretend to be his granddaughter?”She shook her head. “If only. I'm not sure how this would have played out since I didn't stick around to find out, but I had to play the grandfather. And he was one of the better options.”Brandon sat back, stunned. “No way,” he said disbelievingly.She nodded. “I'm serious. After him was a series of serial losers; men who couldn't hold on to jobs and girls and had to borrow money from one loan shark to pay off the next. The type of guys whose idea of cleaning out the trailer means letting a stray dog in to lick the stains from the floor and to put all the porn in one box.”Oh, he was in deep shit, Brandon thought as he roared with laughter. She had a sense of humor. There was, to his mind, nothing sexier in a girl than a sense of humor.“And after them?”She frowned. “I met this guy, his name is Stanley, online. We went on a few dates and it didn't go too bad, till his parole officer contacted me to let me know he was back in jail for harassing little kids at a park.” She winced. “It was messy. The police went through my house, looking for signs of kiddie-porn. Apparently he was part of a child-prostitution and trafficking ring. I had no idea. I got off with a warning, since there was no evidence that I was involved, and he told them that I knew nothing. I suspect they still monitor my internet history every once in a while.”Helpless laughter rocked through him. No wonder she was still a virgin, if these were the kind of men she stumbled across during her search.“What about high school?” he asked. “And college?”She looked down at her hands. “I wasn't exactly Miss Popular in school,” she said simply. “I wasn't even that shy girl that nobody talks to except when they need help with math, because I sucked at math. Still do, as a matter of fact. I didn't fit in with any of the clicks. I wasn’t pretty and I wasn’t clever, and I didn't have any secret talents. The only thing I was good at was reading, and I did a lot of that. But nobody makes friends in the school library, right? Especially not if the girl is chubby and have the fashion sense of a blind nun.”“Now that part I can help you with,” he said. “Why don't I go shopping with you and help you pick out a few outfits that will make the, uh, best of your figure?”She looked down at herself. True, she was wearing sweatpants, but they were new and still neat. And her sweater might be a bit too big after her diet, but it was of a good material and had been expensive and it didn't lose shape in the wash. But his words made her feel downright dowdy.“Do you remember what I told you last night?” he asked.“I barely remember you, never mind anything you told me,” she said, stung.He frowned a little and gazed at her with an intent look on his face that made her wonder if he could see more than what she revealed.“You expressed the wish to… how to put this delicately? find somebody to enjoy yourself with, but you were concerned that you don't have the right look and personality to attract men. I merely offered my advice to help you if you wanted an objective opinion.”“Oh,” she said, pushing her plate away from her with one finger.Actually, what he'd promised was to help her learn to fake it, but Brandon was strangely reluctant to hurt her feelings by telling her that. She was female, after all, and would immediately conclude that he thought she wasn't good enough or pretty enough, or didn't have what it takes to attract men like ants to a syrup bottle.And that was just bull.Even if he had had almost those exact same thoughts not twelve hours ago.“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked after a few semi-awkward moments of silence.He shrugged. “Maybe I'm just a nice guy.”“Men are never nice unless they have an agenda.”He winced. “Ouch. True, but ouch.”She gave him a small smile. “So what's your agenda?”Getting in your pants.“Maybe I want library privileges.”She snorted. “Like what?”Showing you what the reference section should really be used for.“Maybe I have a fine for a book that's late. Think you can help me make it disappear?”Her smile was like the sunrise.“Are you trying to bribe me?”He leaned forward with a grin. “Maybe I am. Are you corruptible?”“Certainly not. I'm a good girl, you know.” She was trying hard to look prim and proper, and failing miserably. Her eyes; those bluer-than-the-sky eyes of hers; were filled with laughter behind her pretty glasses, despite the way she was pursing her lips and trying to look chastising.“All right. So I'll have to pay the fine, then. How about this? There's a book I want to read, but it's on a waiting list. I would love to be moved to the top of the list.”She pretended to think about it. “That depends,” she decided. “What book is it?”He couldn't help it, couldn't resist the invitation their flirting was issuing.“The Art of Pleasuring Women,” he said, wondering if she would accept the unvoiced challenge.She did, though her eyes widened slightly in scandalous provocation. “Well, now,” she said, clearing her throat a little. “I guess I can be convinced. Wouldn't want your girlfriend to be dissatisfied by your prowess. It would be sad for the poor girl if you didn't know how to; get things done. You might even say it's my civic duty to let you have the necessary instruction.”His throat was a little dry and he lifted his cup to his lips, surprised to realize there wasn't another drop. “Yeah,” he said. “Education is important. Speaking of education, I think it's time for lesson one.”“Lesson one in what?”He grinned. “Making you irresistible.”Emily twisted her hair into a clip with a practiced movement. Brandon had given her couple of hours while he got a cab to take him home and get his spare keys, promising to be back for her first lesson. She felt awkward when he left, sure it would be the last time she saw him. She knew he thought her plain and uninteresting– he'd basically said it himself in so many words; and he had absolutely no reason to waste his Saturday on her. She was surprised at the desolation she had felt when she stood at her window, watching his cab pull off. He was the first man in a long time to be nice to her. Not many guys would go to the trouble he'd gone too to get her home safely. He'd looked after her as if they were friends, and this morning he'd joked with her and put her at ease, making her forget about the humiliation of her alcohol-loosened tongue of the previous evening. For goodness' sake, she had told him she was still a virgin. Why on earth had she felt the need to share that with him? Now he would always remember her as that crazy girl who couldn't handle a few drinks and had no taste in clothes. He was nice, and talking to him had been very nice and seeing him again would be even nicer, but she was not naïve enough to believe he would be back. Still, she couldn't help taking extra care when she dried her hair and did her make-up. The result was less than satisfactory, to her own eyes. No matter what she did, she would be plain. Nothing could change that. She had never been pretty, nor would she ever be.“And you'd best make peace with it,” she muttered to her slightly depressed image in the mirror. She threw open her closet and looked at the piles of clothes that had been arranged with military precision, according to color and styles.It was a bit sad, watching her cupboard. Most of what she owned was either white or beige or cream, or any variation of that. There were blacks and navy blues, and a few browns and greys. Some dowdy shades of maroon and a mourning, drab purple, but that was it.Was this really what her life had whittled down to? Her job was going nowhere, fast, she had no relationships outside her head, and her closet looked like she let her grandmother do her shopping. Why on earth had she bought that grey and brown coat hanging in the back? It was horrible. It was hideous, even if it was made of the finest wool she'd ever touched.Emily pulled it off the hanger and dumped it on the bed unceremoniously. She grabbed another jacket, a few skirts she was ashamed to say she'd worn more than twice. The heap on her bed piled high as she emptied her closet almost completely. She was feeling slightly frantic by the time she was done with the coats and jackets and started on slacks and trousers. Had she been blind her entire life, to wear this?“What are you doing?” a voice suddenly said, disturbing her. Emily dropped a faded charcoal blouse on the floor in surprise. Her sort-of friend and downstairs neighbor was staring at the bed, which was covered with clothes, with an expression of revulsion. She must have used the spare key Emily had left with her, because Emily had locked the door behind Brandon. Usually Judith knocked, but Emily hadn't heard anything.“You!” said Emily accusingly, bending down to pick up the shirt and holding it out in front of her. “I blame you!”“For what?” Judith asked, clearly not sure what to expect.“This is partly your fault,” Emily scolded, shaking and accusing finger at Judith. “How could you let me wear this crap? In public?”Judith stared at the bed, her mouth working a little as she processed the situation.“I thought you liked it.”“You should have told me I look about ninety! What sort of friend are you?”“Em, you always look neat. I thought…”“Neat! I looked neat. And how many guys want to have sex with neatness, I ask you?”“Uhm…” Judith cleared her throat. “Clearly, not as many as you'd like.”Emily threw another armful of blouses; a mustardy floral, a khaki-with-frills and a navy box neck that looked like the wrong end of the fifties; on the bed.“None, that's how many,” she said grimly. “How am I supposed to get somebody to marry if I can't even find a man to have sex with me? What's wrong with me?”“There is not a thing wrong with you,” Judith said immediately and loyally. “You just; appeal to a different demographic than the men you meet.”“Yeah,” Emily muttered. “The men at the senior citizen really enjoy chatting to me on Library Tuesday. They show up by the busloads to come see me.”Judith stifled a laugh. “Why are you taking all of your clothes out of your closet?”Emily sank down on her bead and glanced at the pile of ugly materials and styles.“I'm getting rid of it,” she said darkly. “All of it. And I'm going to buy new things. Pretty things. Color, Judith, I need color. Pink and green and yellow. Red! I don't even have a red dress. Why don't I have a hot red dress?”“Red's really not your color,” Judith said. “Or yellow, to be honest. You need to stay away from red and yellow, and definitely no orange.”“See? Why haven't you told me this before? Look at me, Judith, I'm a mess.”Judith sat down next to her. “I guess you always seem so content, so at peace with your life. I used to envy you that. I'm the most unstable person I know, and you just never cared what people thought about you. I had no idea you were dissatisfied. I'm sorry I let you wear ugly clothes.”Emily gave a small laugh and glanced at the empty hangers in the closet. There were two coats that had passed her test; a truly timeless black cashmere and a really warm, snowy white one she'd bought on sale but hadn't worn yet because it would get dirty the second she ventured out of her bedroom.“It's ok. It's not your fault. I should have realized I need help long before now.”“What brought this on?” Judith asked, picking up the mustard shirt looking at it shrewdly. “This would make an excellent floor rag, by the way.”Emily laughed slightly. “Nothing brought it on. I'm just; I'm tired of being part of the scenery in my own life, you know? When is it my turn to have some fun? I've been waiting so patiently for my life to begin, and look where it's brought me. I'm twenty nine, I've never had sex, and I'm too scared to venture outside this comfort zone I've been digging for myself with serviceable clothing and comfortable shoes and not enough friends.”“Your shoes are really ugly,” Judith said, honestly. “And I promise I'll tell you from now on if you wear something that doesn't work.”Emily looked at her nearly empty cupboard. “Thanks,” she said. “I guess I'll take this stuff to the Salvation Army, if they want it.”“Let me help with that,” Judith said. “I have a car, so it'll be much easier for me. I know a great homeless shelter that needs donations desperately.”“I'd appreciate that,” Emily said. “Why did you come here today? Did they drop my mail off in your box again?”“No, I wanted to ask about that really hot guy I saw coming out of your apartment a while ago. Was he the cable repair man or something?”“No,” Emily said, blushing a little. “He; actually, he spent the night here. On my couch,” she added quickly. “Nothing happened. I was so drunk he had to bring me home from the bar.”Judith's eyes widened. “But you never drink,” she said.“I did last night.”“Never mind that, then. Oh my word, Emily, you let a stranger sleep over at your house? And you didn't jump him?”“He wasn't interested in being jumped,” Emily said. “He's just; a nice guy I'm never going to see again.”Judith chewed the inside of her lip. “Leave this stuff,” she said, “and bring your credit card. We're going to go shopping.”Brandon paced the hallway outside Emily's apartment. He'd been there for an hour and she still wasn’t opening the door. She was either avoiding him on purpose, or incapable of answering the damn bell, or, most probably, not home.Which just plain pissed him off. Hadn't he told her he would be back? She had no business being out when he wanted to see her!He kept walking, following the generic grey carpeting with the navy pattern with his eyes. This was ridiculous. He should be at home, watching sport or having an afternoon nap. He should not be pacing around, waiting for Emily to show up. What was he, a horny teenager who mistakes lust for love?He forced himself to leave after another half hour. No girl was worth waiting for like this. It was pathetic and sad and told him, more than anything else, how much he needed to get laid. These; feelings he seemed to have caught, were like a disease. Or a virus. And the best cure for unwanted feelings is a good old-fashioned boink fest. He knew plenty of girls who would be more than happy to oblige. It was just such a pity he wasn’t interested in anybody except Emily.Brandon scowled.“Are you sure about the dress?” Emily asked for the third time, loading the last of the shopping bags into Judith's car. They'd spent almost five hours straight in the shops, with Judith dragging her from the one shop to the next, picking out clothes and smelling discounts from miles away. Her arms were sore from carrying the bags around, and her credit card had given up screaming in pain ten purchases ago. Instead, she imagined it making small little whimpers as it lay in her wallet, trying to curl itself up against the agony and torture she'd put it through.But oh, she loved the clothes! The colors; Emily had never thought there were so many shades of pink, or that she could look so good in pastel and bright colors alike. For the first time in years, she didn't feel dowdy. She felt pretty, since Judith had made her go to a bathroom and change from frumpy and dumpy to smart and sexy. She was wearing a short skirt, teetering around on high-heeled boots that could not possible be good for her insteps. She felt deliciously slutty, even though the skirt wasn’t that short. But the tight black sweater she wore with it dipped low enough to make men take a second look, and the jacket she had on over it was hot-pink and attention grabbing. Added to that the new jewelry and a sexy little scarf, and she felt like a million dollars.Judith didn't need to ask what dress she was talking about. It was a slinky black number with very flattering, very seductive lines. It was shorter than sin, and with the right bra, would show off more cleavage than a centerfold Playboy Bunny. It was completely backless and basically said, ‘take me to bed and tear me off her body.'“I'm sure,” she said. “Em, you look so hot in that dress, even I wanted to jump you in the fitting room. Brandon's gonna eat his heart out.”“I don't want Brandon to eat his heart out,” Emily muttered, but she grinned a little. “I wouldn't mind him eating something else out, though.”Judith gasped in shock. “Why, Emily Brown,“ she said. “You're positively slutty!”“What,” Emily said defensively, “just because I'm a virgin, I need to be prudish?”“I created a monster,” Judith said, shaking her head as she backed out.Brandon couldn't stop scowling as he rolled out of bed the next morning. It was still snowing outside, and he had spent the entire evening stomping around in his house. That bloody librarian had him all tied up. He was angry, and horny, and annoyed all at the same time. After waiting around for three hours outside her apartment the previous day, he'd gone home, only to keep thinking about her. And now it was Sunday, and it was still snowing, and he was damned if he would spend another day frustrated as hell.The lady needed lessons, and he was damned well going to be the one to teach them to her.Starting today.Emily brushed her hair, marveling at the lightness of the layered and highlighted strands. The swelling on her eyebrows had finally gone down, after the waxing and tinting she'd agreed to the previous day. And the new eyeliner made all the difference in the world. She experimented at leisure with the new make-up Judith had helped her choose, and loving the outfit she had decided on that morning; a pair of surprisingly comfortable jeans with the boots of the previous day, an amethyst-color sweater that hugged her body and showed off the curves she had always kept hidden for some reason. She fixed the silver hoops in her ears and wondered how she was going to settle the bills on her credit card. She almost had more debt now than right after she finished her degree at the university.But oh, it was worth every cent. Every time she opened her cupboard doors and saw the cornucopia of colors adorning her pretty white shelves, she wanted to hug herself and dance a little jig. She had the weirdest urge to grab her hairbrush and sing along to the mixed CD she was listening to while she got dressed, but she figured it was unacceptable behavior to anybody over the age of oh, say, fourteen.But then she got a what-the-hell feeling and grabbed her brush. She might have missed out on the dance-like-you're a teenager phase when she actually was a teenager, but there was no reason not to catch up on that now, was there? She spun around her room, ignoring the unmade bed and singing along to the newest teen-sensation swooning about a boy and what he did to her.“And you make me want you like a grown-up…” she crooned along to the singer.Emily could relate. She had never been passionate, to say the least. She had a vibrator in her bedside table, and she used it occasionally, but she suspected there was something wrong with her that she didn't enjoy it much. It made her feel pathetic, the way she'd felt at twenty-five when she finally decided to end her virginal status on her own, if she couldn't get a man to help her with the pesky little task. She cried when she broke through the barrier, so lonely and depressed that she just took out the vibrator; a pretty pink one with different settings; and went to go clean up in the bathroom. There had been no pleasure, none of the ecstasy she'd read about in books and seen in movies. It had felt humiliating and like giving up, and she had hated herself for it.She tried using the vibrator again, and after a few times she actually had an orgasm. Which was great while it lasted, but afterwards she felt stupid and tainted and like such a loser. She still used it occasionally, though the orgasms seemed to be getting smaller every time. Maybe she was getting too old to enjoy sex. Maybe her body was tricked into thinking it was time to go through menopause, since it wasn't being used the way nature intended for it to be used. And she had never, with one exception, looked at a man and gotten turned on. Men were from Mars, and she didn't speak Martian. She was tongue tied and avoided them like a second-grade girl, at the same time wishing one of them would just look at her once, fall head over heels and coax her out of her shell. But Brandon; Brandon made her want him in a way she had never thought it was possible to want somebody. Maybe it was because he was the first man to take the time to talk to her, or maybe it was because he'd hit her at a vulnerable stage with that smile of his, but when she had looked out of her shower to see him standing there, she'd felt the heat low in her belly, unfurling and moving to her nether regions. He was hot. He made her want things, like one-night stands and short flings and naked bodies writhing together.He made her feel like a women, even if he wasn’t interested.And that was more pathetic than anything else.Her doorbell rang, several times shortly after each other, indicating irritation on the other side of the door. It was probably Judith, so she slicked one last coat of gloss over her lips and headed to the sitting room, eager to show her friend what she looked like. Only it wasn’t Judith.It was Brandon.Brandon swallowed once. Was he at the wrong apartment? Because there was a really, really hot girl standing where he had expected to see Emily. And maybe his cock was finally ready to get down and dirty with somebody else, because it was stirring subtly, reminding Brandon that he hadn't had sex in about five months. At least not with somebody else in the room.“Hey,” the girl said. Brandon's eyes were glued to the plump, shiny lips the color of ripe cherries and he swallowed convulsively.She was wearing Emily's glasses, and she was standing in Emily's doorway, but there was no way Emily could be wearing clothes that made him want to take her right there, against the wall in the hallway.“Hi,” he croaked, feeling as if he was in high school again and trying to talk to pretty girl who owned the locker next to his. All tongue-tied and awkward. The pretty girl cleared her throat and gave a step back. “Would you like to come inside?”“Sure,' he said, but he couldn't seem to move. It felt as if the connection between his feet and his brain had been severed (best guess put the cut-off point somewhere near his groin) and he was unable to do anything but stare.At her tits. Those previously thought plain, nondescript tits. They were perfect. Not too big, not too small. Full and high, soft and plump. He itched to have them in his hands and do something; anything; with them. To them. On them. For them.“Brandon?”Her voice sounded like it had been made to say his name, preferably in different tones of passion. He could imagine her crying it out as the orgasm hit her, and he swallowed again, trying to force his brain to get rid of the lust-driven haze so he could function like a normal human being.“Sorry,” he said quickly. “You look…”“Different?” she guessed and looked down at the soft, form-fitting sweater that made her skin seem all healthy and glowing and; stuff. Or something.“Really beautiful,” he amended. “Really, really beautiful.”“Thanks,” she said, glancing down uncomfortably, reminding him that she was a very shy girl, despite the fact that she set fire to his fantasies.“Where did you disappear to yesterday?” he asked when the awkward silence stretched out too long.She smiled, a surprised, delighted smile that brought forth a little dimple he hadn't noticed before.“You came back,” she said. “I didn't think you would.”He just looked at her. “I said I would,” he said quietly. “Why didn't you believe me?”She blushed, and damn if it wasn’t cute. “Well, I didn't think I would see you again. I know I'm not the kind of girl men comes back to, especially not men like you.”“Men like me?”“I know what I am and what I am not; you don't need to pretend anything to spare my feelings. But anyway, I went shopping. For clothes. With my friend Judith.”“I'm glad you went shopping,” he said. “But to come back to the men like me remark…”“Hot men,” she muttered, shamefacedly. “But like I said, I know what I see in the mirror so you don't have to pretend to be attracted to me or whatever. I won't blame you if you don't want me, or don't want to help me. Only…” she paused for a second. “Just don't pity me, okay? I don't need anybody's pity. I'm fine with who I am.”Brandon didn't think; he simply acted. He gave one step and then he was flush up against her. He twisted their bodies skillfully so that her back was pressed against the doorway. He didn't take the time he'd imagined he would when he cupped her face between his palms, took off her glasses and dropped it on the floor behind her, bent his head, and kissed her.It was an electric thing, the kiss. Their lips were barely touching, and there was not enough pressure to satisfy him, but it still sent chills racing up and down his body. He rubbed his lips over hers, getting some of that cherry-red gloss on his own mouth and not minding one bit. He sucked her bottom lip between his and enjoyed her surprised little gasp. He licked over that softest skin on the inside of her lip and then nibbled lightly with his teeth. He pulled back, stretching her lip a little before letting go. He didn't move away; not yet. Instead, he pressed a chaste kiss on the one corner of her mouth, and another on the other side. She smelled fantastic. No heavy, seductive perfume that made him want to sneeze and drink allergy medicine. She carried the scent of her innocence, and it smelled like some light sort of flower. Clean, and fresh, and young, like a rose covered with early morning dew, and could he possibly get any cornier? If he didn't stop thinking, he was going to start spouting poetry soon.So he stopped thinking and touched her lips again, a bit firmer this time, just to remind her who was in charge. He felt the natural softness that indicated her femininity, felt the way they gave and molded under his, shaping around his in a warm, strangely familiar way. He touched his tongue to the Cupid 's bow, following the line of her lips with the tip of his tongue, knowing that it would intoxicate her as much as it did him. When he reached the plump bottom lip, he slipped his tongue to taste the seam of her closed mouth, sliding it first in one direction and then the next. He pressed lightly, asking her wordlessly for permission, for access. She softened her lips further and he slid his tongue in a little further.Her taste blossomed and he groaned as it assaulted his senses. He couldn't wait to taste the rest of her, to taste all of her. He could feel his breathing picking up speed as he explored her mouth relentlessly. Her arms slipped around his neck and she rose on her toes to press herself closer to him. He could feel and taste and sense her inexperience in her hesitation. She was a little bit clumsy, and it was endearingly sweet to him, knowing that this girl-woman trusted him enough to let him kiss her like this.He deepened the kiss, one of his hands sliding achingly slowly down her back to press her against him even more. He wanted to move his hand to the more interesting terrain of her front, but he was oddly content just to hold her like this while he taught her more about the art of kissing with infinite patience. He pressed a little harder, hungry for just a little more, and coaxed her tongue from her mouth with his own. She didn't understand what he wanted, and he knew she was confused by the change in the angle of his mouth as it slanted over hers.“Give me your tongue,' he whispered hoarsely against her lips.“What?” she asked dazedly.“Your tongue,” he said again, moving his hand lower to cup her deliciously soft ass in his palm. She was all feminine curves; firm, but not overly muscled, like too many women nowadays who spent more time in a gym than at home. She felt so different from him, and he reveled in the way their bodies fit together, hard against soft, muscles against curves. She wasn’t fat, not even chubby, but she wasn't a stick figure either.She was so; absolutely; perfect.To be continued, by horn pixy.

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This episode discusses the baptism by fire that is female adolescence, and how if autism is added into that mix, Transgenderism starts to look like an available escape hatch for young girls who are socially non-conforming - one that has the additional bonus of alleviating the anxiety of surrounding adults. We discuss the psychoanalytic concept of 'psychic equivalence' in relation to autism, the difficulty of not understanding or being unwilling to follow feminine social scripts, and how a Trans identity can be a way to explain disinclination to socially conform and, vitally, perhaps be forgiven for it. The PMC and middle-classes, as fervently ideologically conforming due to their anxiety-provoking position sandwiched between the bourgeoisie and working-class, have no reasoning available to them as to why a child might not want to conform by adopting dominant norms and highly gendered social scripts, because they ultimately cannot fathom why anyone would not want to advance themselves wherever possible. Transgenderism provides not only an explanation, but affords the PMC and middle-class parents cover for their hostility towards anyone without their values, including their own offspring.Plus, the strangely sexualised marketing to adolescents of Playboy Bunny t-shirts and stationary, the bizarre measures adults take to groom adolescents into heterosexual social relations, and the very clear social messages of hatred and hostility gender non-conforming girls receive within the family and from the media.

In this episode of “ARW RAW,” ARW interviews Victoria Fuller about their both being Playboy Bunnies, her experience at the Playboy Mansion with Hugh Hefner, and her online community The Rogue Bunnies. Follow her on Instagram @victoriafuller_artist! If you love ARW, rate this episode 5 stars, so she can continue to interview these amazing guests on her show!

Thank you to Notion for sponsoring this video. Visit http://notion.com/kitandkrysta to support this podcast! Our limited edition merch is available until the end of June. Get it before it's gone http://pixelempire.com/kitandkrysta *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Hello and welcome to episode 117 of the Kit & Krysta Podcast! This week we're telling you a wild and crazy story about the time Kit worked on the Playboy video game, how he ended up at the Playboy Mansion and on an autograph tour with a Playboy Bunny. Wow! In our Never A Minute segment, we're playing a fun game and building our perfect Switch 2 launch year line-up. We made a whole separate video about the Switch 2 news so in this podcast, we're talking about some other things like Nintendo's ESRB leak around the Nintendo World Championship game and all that drama around Helldivers 2. We still playing a lot of new indie games and we've started our playthrough of Metal Gear Solid for our May spoilercast. We wrap everything up questions from our wonderful Patreon subscribers. 0:00 - Let's bunny hop to it! 11:20 - Kit's wild and crazy adventures working on the Playboy video game 49:52 - Never A Minute - You have $15 to build your perfect Switch 2 launch year line-up 1:06:24 - Games we are playing 1:34:42 - News news news 1:57:39 - Questions from our Patreon community Patreon shout-outs! - All Hail the Final Boss - Aaron Hash - Thank you Superstars - Ben Eichhorn, MaruMayhem, Eigenverse, KissMyFlapjack, Mike Chin, Roy Eschke, Switchingitup_, vgmlife, Link The Hero of Winds, Angela Bycroft, Thomas O'Rourke, Kyle LeBoeuf, Roberto Nieves, Fredrik Ulf Konradsson, Andrew Youhas, Chilly, Brustache Follow Us! https://www.patreon.com/kitandkrysta https://twitter.com/kitandkrysta https://www.tiktok.com/@kitandkrysta https://www.instagram.com/kitandkrysta/ http://www.facebook.com/kitandkrysta/ -Kit & Krysta

Juliette has been a Playboy Bunny, a soap opera writer for ABC Television, a theater writer/performer, and an ATP airplane pilot and Master Flight Instructor. She won two Writers Guild Awards and was nominated for a Daytime Emmy. She is also an animal rights advocate who worked for Best Friends Animal Society for almost a decade. Juliette also added TedX Fargo Speaker to her extensive resume.  Her current mission is twofold: to help people who are struggling with the debilitating and potentially lethal symptoms of Compassion Fatigue; the emotional and physical burden created by caring for others in distress or neglecting your own life-stress, and guiding people to create the future of their dreams. Definitely give this one a listen!

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There is no such thing as sending a “safe” sexy pic. And think about how you've shown your friends the unsolicited dick pics you've received. It's a fantasy to think those are private. Regardless, it's fun to take pics and get attention from men. So how do you best protect yourself? This week we share tips for taking and protecting your pics. The recommendation is don't hit send, but taking pics is an amazing exercise to learn self-love. The benefits outweigh the momentary high of sexting. So take them for yourself. Find all those parts of yourself you love and learn to love the parts that make you insecure. The tarot readings were very Playboy bunny this week. Sporty bunny, straight-up playmate, and all about money! Lots of great advice, and here is the link to that popular science article with all the cyber-savvy information: https://www.popsci.com/science/how-to-take-nudes/ Sporty Bunny: 00:12:40 Playboy Bunny: 00:38:01 $100: 00:59:30 Send Pics: 01:17:46 ⚠️ These are performances and for entertainment purposes only. Make Good Decisions www.lovesexandtarot.com lovesexandtarot@gmail.com

Dust off your Playboy Bunny belly button rings! Chelsea tackles Crystal Hefner's memoir along with Cookies Amy and Beth. Together they go inside Hugh Hefner's empire and examine if there's anything worse than a moldy mansion with boring orgies.  Show Notes: Holly Madison episode Where to support and find our Guests: Amy ACLU The National Council of Teachers of English National Coalition Against Censorship American Library Association United Against Book Bans Beth Instagram *** For more book recaps & gentle tea, follow Chelsea on Instagram @chelseadevantez Become a member of the Celebrity Book Club Patreon! Glamorous Trash: Where we make treasure out of pop culture garbage. Glamorous Trash is all about going high and low at the same time— Glam and Trash. We recap and book club celebrity memoirs, deconstruct pop culture, and sometimes, we cry! If you've ever referenced Mariah Carey in therapy... then this is the podcast for you. Thank you to our sponsors: Tanteo Tequila - @tanteotequila Pattern Brands - @patternbrands Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

#127: Dive deep into the extraordinary life and unfiltered insights of Alice Greczyn – actress, author, and self-proclaimed philosophical hedonist. Discover the pivotal moments that led her to embrace a path of philosophical nihilism and hedonism, explore her diverse experiences as a Playboy Bunny and creator on OnlyFans, and unravel the intersections of spirituality and pleasure in her unconventional journey. From challenging cultural norms to finding balance in a life guided by curiosity and pleasure, this conversation is a captivating exploration of love, identity, and the pursuit of fulfillment. Get ready for a candid and spicy conversation that goes beyond the surface to uncover the layers of Alice Greczyn's unaccountable and multifaceted life. Peace, Love, Hormones: https://www.peacelovehormones.com/?snowball=LAUREN87117 use code CURIOCITY for 10% off SOCIALS:  Curiocity Pod: https://bit.ly/3szbD8r Lauren DeLeary: https://bit.ly/3FXuq0i Alice Greczyn: https://www.instagram.com/alicegreczyn/ https://alicegreczyn.persona.co/

#653: Today, we're sitting down with Crystal Hefner, widow of Playboy founder Hugh Hefner and author of 'Only Say Good Things,' where she offers a raw and unflinching look at the objectification and misogyny of the Playboy mansion, her stolen young adulthood, and her journey to finding internal validation, while providing a rare look into the final days of one of the most influential men of the 20th century. Today, we're discussing her story and how she got involved with Playboy, and how she became a wife of the infamous Hugh Hefner. She delves into the treatment of the Playboy bunnies at the mansion, how she got along with the other playmates, and how she's healed since Hugh's death in 2018.   To connect with Crystal Hefner click HERE To connect with Lauryn Evarts Bosstick click HERE To connect with Michael Bosstick click HERE Read More on The Skinny Confidential HERE To subscribe to our YouTube Page click HERE For Detailed Show Notes visit TSCPODCAST.COM To Call the Him & Her Hotline call: 1-833-SKINNYS (754-6697) This episode is brought to you by The Skinny Confidential This episode is brought to you by Tecovas Tecovas are handmade from the most premium leathers. Visit tecovas.com and point your toes west. This episode is brought to you by Heineken   100% taste. 0% alcohol. Click HERE to purchase. Must be 21+ to buy. This episode is brought to you by Wild Grain Wild Grain is the first ever bake-from-frozen subscription box for sourdough breads, fresh pastas, and artisanal pastries. Get $30 off your first box at wildgrain.com/SKINNY This episode is brought to you by Harry's Don't settle for the status quo. Blaze your own trail with Harry's.Get started with a $13 trial set for just $3 at harrys.com/skinny   This episode is brought to you by Kroma Use code SKINNY at kromawellness.com to get 15% off + free shipping on a 5 day reset   This episode is brought to you by Squarespace From websites and online stores to marketing tools and analytics, Squarespace is the all-in-one platform to build a beautiful online presence and run your business. Go to squarespace.com/skinny for a free trial & use code SKINNY for 10% off your first purchase of a website domain. Produced by Dear Media  

Holly opens up to Bethenny about the secret life behind the doors of the Playboy mansion...including scandals, rules and NDAs.  Plus, she's way more than a Playboy Bunny, find out the truth of who she really is!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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On this episode, Payton and Garrett discuss the case of Dorothy Stratten and how her rising career was tragically cut short. https://linktr.ee/murderwithmyhusband The Killing of the Unicorn by Peter Bogdanovich ABC's 20/20 - https://abc.com/shows/2020/episode-guide/2019-10/18-the-death-of-a-playmate-the-dorothy-stratten-story The Village Voice - https://www.villagevoice.com/2020/02/14/death-of-a-playmate/ ABC News - https://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/horrific-murder-playboy-playmate-verge-hollywood-stardom-flaw/story?id=66193166 Harpers Bazaar - https://www.harpersbazaar.com/culture/features/a12500777/dorothy-stratten-hugh-hefner-playboy-playmate/ Allthatsinteresting.com - https://allthatsinteresting.com/paul-snider Globalnews.ca - https://globalnews.ca/news/7273712/dorothy-stratten-murder-40-years/ Popsugar.com - https://www.popsugar.com/entertainment/dorothy-stratten-death-49012299 Good Housekeeping - https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/life/entertainment/a42125851/how-did-dorothy-stratten-die/ Denofgeek.com - https://www.denofgeek.com/tv/welcome-to-chippendales-grim-real-life-story-paul-snider-dorothy-stratten/  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Working as a Playboy Bunny, Robyn Dykstra was oblivious to God's master plan for her life. But she eventually escaped a life of drugs, alcohol, and abuse and married a good Christian man. As she grew closer to the Lord, with a handsome husband, a nice house, and two wonderful children, her life seemed perfect. Then, in an instant, everything changed. That one moment triggered a chain reaction of unwanted challenges, and her life would never be the same. (Part 2 of 2)   Get a CD and bonus audio download of today's broadcast "Twice Widowed, Always Blessed" for your donation of any amount!   Get More Episode Resources   We'd love to hear from you! Visit our Homepage to leave us a voicemail.   If you've listened to any of our podcasts, please give us your feedback.

Working as a Playboy Bunny, Robyn Dykstra was oblivious to God's master plan for her life. But she eventually escaped a life of drugs, alcohol, and abuse and married a good Christian man. As she grew closer to the Lord, with a handsome husband, a nice house, and two wonderful children, her life seemed perfect. Then, in an instant, everything changed. That one moment triggered a chain reaction of unwanted challenges, and her life would never be the same. (Part 1 of 2)   Get a CD and bonus audio download of today's broadcast "Twice Widowed, Always Blessed" for your donation of any amount!   Get More Episode Resources   We'd love to hear from you! Visit our Homepage to leave us a voicemail.   If you've listened to any of our podcasts, please give us your feedback.

On Episode 1218….Satan's offering of pizza, amputee climbs Everest, miracles, drunk politicians, dick size, murder, & The Hive Five Cup of Coffee in the Big Time ☕ (00:03:26) Fun Fact: 666 (00:04:50) New Zealand's Hell Pizza launches new ‘buy now, pay when you're dead' payment scheme (00:08:47 Nun's body exhumed 4 years after death shows no signs of decay, sparks 'miracle' claims (00:13:33) Nvidia surges past $1T market value after forecast surprise: 'The inflection point of AI is here' (00:18:11) Double amputee Gurkha veteran reaches summit of Mount Everest

Gordon G.G. Gebert tells us some great Ace Frehley stories, White House attacked by U-Haul, Claudia Conway turned 18 & became a Playboy Bunny, and we check in with Elon Musk gadfly Jack Sweeney who's now tracking Ron DeSantis. What is it that we only talk about? It's YouTube, all we ever talk about is YouTube. Some dude rented a U-Haul, grabbed a Nazi flag, and then crashed into the White House gates. Politricks: Joe Biden thinks Beau died in Iraq. Beau did not die in Iraq. Only 32% of those polled believe Joe has the mental sharpness to be President. Again, slow down on that debt ceiling. Republicans want woke to go away. Some dude named Tim Scott wants to president. Brian Kohbooger dater Hayley Willette has the worst vocal fry possibly ever. Music News: Shifty Shellshock is out of teeth. Daughtry is back with a Journey cover with Lzzy Hale. Ghost has a cover of Tina Turner's We Don't Need Another Hero. Mike Tyson says what we all know... Jaime Foxx had a stroke. Sports: Drew labels Bronny the Biggest Nepo-Baby of 2023. The Denver Nuggets swept LeBron James and the LA Lakers to go to their first NBA Finals. LeBron James teases retirement even though we know he'll stay to play with Bronny. Kiss & Tell author, Gordon G.G. Gebert, joins the show to tell the wild antics of Ace Frehley and the ins and outs of KISS. Claudia Conway is a Playboy Bunny now. Poor Jamie Lee Komoroski's life is soooo over now. Sad! She's as good a driver as General Hospital's Haley Pullos. Eminem's daughter launches her own "clothing line" which is really podcast merch. It's all sweats. Jack Sweeney vs Ron DeSantis. Help Jack regain his twitter following right here. Worlds collide as Ron plans to announce his candidacy for presidency on Elon Musk's Twitter. We learn of the time "Dan" stole Drew's ex-girlfriend. The Phoenix Mercury coach can't believe Brittney Griner's comeback game wasn't sold out. Tom Brady owns a WNBA team... and part of the Las Vegas Raiders. The Jordan Neely / Daniel Penny debacle continues. Jordan Neely's uncle was just arrested for pickpocketing. Funds keep piling in for 'Nurse Karen/Citi Bike Karen' Sarah Comrie. Visit Our Presenting Sponsor Hall Financial – Michigan's highest rated mortgage company If you'd like to help support the show… please consider subscribing to our YouTube Page, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter (Drew and Mike Show, Marc Fellhauer, Trudi Daniels, Jim Bentley and BranDon). Or don't.